I've decided to try writing a one-shot every weekday, and have created this thread to keep track of my progress. The fanfics will also be posted on my FanFiction.net account (the username is NindroidAvenger).

I've come up with a schedule of sorts, to help me improve my writing for different genres. If you want me to write for a certain genre, I've left Fridays open for reader's choices. Thursdays are also open for requests if there happens to be a certain fandom you want me to write for.

Schedule:
Monday: Horror
Tuesday: Sci-Fi or Dystopian
Wednesday: Fantasy
Thursday: Fanfiction
Friday: reader's choice


Previous Entries:
- none so far!


Ping List:

Here's today's entry! Most will probably be longer than one is.

Date Night (Ninjago fanfic):

"Jay? Can I open my eyes now?" Nya asked, hand grabbing the blindfold that had been tied over her eyes.
Jay grabbed her hand, pulling it away from the blindfold. "Not yet. I'm almost ready." The truth was, he was nowhere near the level of preparedness he had hoped to achieve, but he would never let himself admit that. Especially not to Nya. If it was ever going to make up for their ruined date at Mega Monster Amusement Park, today had to be perfect.
And everything was . . . almost. The Bounty's dining room table had been covered by a red tablecloth. It had blue stripes running down the edges. A trio of candles stood at the center, lighting the otherwise dark room. A variety of foods, cooked by Zane, surrounded the candles. The only thing missing was the dessert, and Zane was supposed to be working on baking it back in the kitchen. Jay smiled. This would be a night to remember.
The ninja of lightning gently held Nya's hand, leading her over to the table. When they had moved closer to the table Jay removed the blindfold. "You can look now." He whispered.
She took his hand in hers, blue eyes full of admiration. "You did all this . . . for me?" She wrapped her other arm around him in a tight hug.
Jay nodded, blushing and hugging her back. "Do you- do you like it?"
Nya laughed. "I'm with you. How could I not?" The two stood there, arms wrapped around the other, enjoying the simple peace of the moment.
The silence was broken abruptly when Kai came on the Bounty's intercom system. "Hey lovebirds! Are you just going to stand there all night, glued to each other, or are you going to actually sit down and eat the dang meal? Zane said to tell you he'll be very upset if the hours of hard work he puts into his cooking go to waste . . . he also says Cole keeps moving closer to the- I thought we already went over this- HANDS OFF! The cake is not yours!"
Jay and Nya laughed, finally sitting down to eat. "What would we ever do without him? Nya asked.
"Aside from never seeing cake again?" Jay wondered.
The door opened and Kai walked into the room, "Your dessert has been saved!" He moved closer, looking around as if he didn't want to be overheard, "I tied Cole to the mast. You might want to avoid him for the next few weeks, although he might leave you alone if you give him some cake."

Normally, Fridays are reserved for whatever requests I get, but since there haven't been any requests, today's one-shot will be written in the paranormal genre.

Monster Hunters:

Sayu threw her knife, the silver blade narrowly missing the werewolf's throat. The beast snarled, tearing the knife out of the wall, unaffected by the silver. Sayu took a step back, her hand already gripping her other knife. "Talys . . . you'd better come up here . . ."
A door opened, revealing Sayu's older brother. Talys was a dark-haired boy, with azure eyes that cut through the darkness like the knife grasped in his sister's hand. He frowned, "What's the matter? Still haven't finished 'im off?" Sayu said nothing, her face drenched in sweat, blonde hair plastered to her face. Forcing her arm to move, she weakly threw the other knife. It was a lucky throw, the blade now embedded in the werewolf's shoulder. The monster howled in pain, clawing at the wound. "I did it!" Sayu shouted, running over to her brother, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. He patted her back, "Not quite. I'm sorry to disappoint you, but this fella's still got a few tricks up his sleeve." Sayu looked over at where the werewolf had fallen. It had . . . transformed into a creature made of pure silver, each finger becoming a replica of the knife Sayu had thrown. "Looks like this is going to be harder than we thought . . ."

It's not Friday, but since I probably won't be on between then and now . . . My creative writing teacher had us write stories that were based on/derived from cliches such as "All's fair in love and war", so maybe try something like that.